To kill three children who were too frightened to move, the artist didn't even need a knife.
However, maybe he still had the last bit of luck in his heart, and maybe he wanted to put more psychological pressure on the sergeants present and give generals like Li Anting more time to regret, so he raised the hook and sickle and slashed hard.
fall.
Many of the sergeants standing at the front closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch the next scene.
A moment ago, Lin Xi felt that no one could stop the painter and was about to use his unique ability.
However, at this moment, a hole suddenly appeared in the wall behind the painter.
Because the speed was too fast, even the many sergeants between the wall and the painter were unable to react. They just felt as if there was a line of indigo blue light coming out of the wall, and then instantly emerged from the crowd.
Passed through and arrived behind the painter.
At this moment, only practitioners like Li Anting and the painter could sense that the indigo stream of light that suddenly broke out from the wall was an indigo sword with a thin chain attached to it.
At this moment, the hooked sickle in the painter's hand did not slash towards the girl's neck, but instantly slashed backwards. Under the sharp concentration and wrapping of his soul power, the hooked sickle instantly turned into a
A light blade, a light blade that cannot withstand the power of soul power and is rapidly disintegrating.
Because he is already close to the peak of the Grand Master and can already feel the gap between him and the Saint Master, so at this moment the painter can also feel that the person who issued this sword is not the real Saint Master yet.
But at the same time, he could also sense that the other party's cultivation had far surpassed his own, almost reaching the threshold of a Saint Master. If there was a big mountain between his cultivation and the Saint Master, then this
A person's cultivation has already reached the top of the mountain. It only takes some time to go down the mountain before he can become a true holy master.
Moreover... this sword seems to be more powerful than a single blow from the flying sword of a true Saint Master.
Because even a true Saint Master cannot concentrate all the power that can burst into a blow of the flying sword. However, the practitioner who is using the sword at this moment seems to use that thin chain to
All the power was concentrated into this sword.
This sword is like carrying a mountain or a country.
This sword gave the artist the feeling that if it fell on him, it would not be a sword hole, but would completely destroy his body to pieces.
The painter wanted to live, so he killed a girl to force the Yunqin army that surrounded him. So at this moment, he didn't care about killing that girl again, he just wanted to block this
sword.
There was a muffled sound of "click".
The hooked sickle in the artist's hand hit the indigo sword. However, what made the artist instantly freeze was that nothing he expected happened. The terrifying power that had been gathered in the indigo sword suddenly suddenly
Disappeared.
The chain connected to the indigo sword suddenly stretched and wrapped around his body.
That terrifying power appears in this chain.
The painter's body flew up in the air in an instant, and was pulled by the chain with the sound of bone cracking. It flew out and hit the wall pierced by the indigo sword.
There was an explosion of "boom".
The walls were torn apart and collapsed.
Before the painter could get up, just as the painter's mouth was spitting blood, the chain was slightly loosened, and the indigo blue sword suddenly rose up and fell down.
Just like the hooked sickle that the painter raised before, he raised it and then chopped it down.
The painter's head flew up.
A fountain of blood spurted out from between his neck, gathering soul power and collapsing half of the already crumbling roof.
When the dust smoke and blood mist fell, the horrified Yunqin soldiers reacted one after another. More than ten people rushed forward to protect the three children who were not injured in any way, but fainted due to excessive fright.
All the nearby Yunqin soldiers saw that there was no one in the collapsed bungalow except the corpse of the painter.
Their shocked eyes continued to move forward, and they vaguely saw a quiet man wearing a plain cotton robe flashing in a bungalow behind a patio, with an indigo blue sword.
It's in his hands now.
For a while, the place became quiet again, except for some heavy breathing.
Li Anting looked at the figure of the slender man who had sneaked up unknowingly and was more than thirty steps away from the painter's corpse, and his eyes narrowed slightly unconsciously.
For this man, he had the truest respect in his heart, because without this man, these three innocent children would have died today. However, Li Anting is also a good practitioner, and he can be sure that this man
The man's attack just now was very different from that of the Yunqin cultivator, especially the indigo blue sword attached to the chain... This seemed to be something that only the powerful Da Mang cultivators could possess.
In the midst of flashes of thought, Li Anting solemnly bowed deeply to the man holding the indigo sword and thanked him.
But after saluting, his face became calm and cold again, "What's your name?"
Zhantai Qantang, who was holding an indigo sword, exhaled slowly. In every breath before he made a decision, he felt that he was doing the most difficult thing in his life, but at this moment, he felt that he was doing the most difficult thing in his life.
After the sword actually thrust out, his heart became calm and relaxed, "My name is Du Siguo." He looked at Li Anting and bowed in return and said.
Li Anting's brows frowned deeply.
All the followers who belong to the court, or some officials and wealthy people, as long as they are known practitioners, will be recorded by the city defense army when they pass through the customs and enter the city gate, and report it to the garrison headquarters, and he will naturally know
.
After all, practitioners are aliens in the human world, and the Yunqin military will always pay attention to them.
But the name Du Siguo is completely unfamiliar to Li Anting. In other words, he is a hidden practitioner who does not belong to the court and has never revealed his identity as a practitioner before.
"I need to verify your identity and need your cooperation."
So Li Anting said nothing more, just looked at the practitioner in front of him who deserved his respect no matter what his identity was, and said this slowly.
Zhantai Qiantang naturally understood what Li Anting meant, but he did not resist. He just sighed slightly in his heart, nodded, and said: "Okay."
"Feel sorry."
Li Anting said these two words with many meanings seriously and waved to several school officials beside him.
These school officers also nodded and saluted Zhantai Qiantang, and then began to pass on some military orders.
Six Qinglang heavy-armored sergeants who were not injured on the painter's hands first gathered around Zhantai Qantang.
Some heavy armored cavalry troops began to gather over. An infantry general politely asked Zhantai Qantang to hand over the indigo sword in his hand first. Then, surrounded by at least hundreds of sergeants, the Yunqin army began to
Zhantai Qiantang was escorted to the garrison's barracks.
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Lin Xi stood up in the attic where no one was paying attention. He frowned and watched the army, which was still facing a formidable enemy, escorting Zhantai Qantang away.
Because he has seen the actions of many practitioners related to Da Mang, although he does not know the identity of Zhantai Qantang at this moment, he is sixty-seven points sure that Zhantai Qantang should be a practitioner who was born in Da Mang.
By.
At this moment, Wen Ren Cang Yue, who made him heartbroken and hated him to the core, was in Da Mang and would start a war with Yun Qin. Logically speaking, he should also hate the practitioners from Da Mang very much. However, at this moment
, but he did not have any hatred for Zhantai Qiantang who was being escorted by the army, but had very strange emotions.
In the situation just now, Da Mang practitioners who came to Qingyuan City for any purpose just for the sake of three Yunqin children should not take action.
However, this man wearing a plain cotton robe still took action.
The army began to withdraw, and some people from the Criminal Division began to take over and began to blockade the streets and alleys where the fighting took place.
Because he was not in the area where the battle took place, Lin Xi left the attic without any difficulty and stayed away from the streets and alleys he had chosen. He walked down the streets of Qingyuan City with his head down and began to think about what he should do next.
Originally, his plan was to use the painter to kill Su Zhongwen first, and then during the painter's escape, he tried to inform the painter that Zhang Lingyun had made some arrangements to help him escape from Qingyuan City and let the painter escape into Zhang Lingyun's house.
Official residence. Next, he can try to let people discover the relationship between the painter and Zhang Lingyun.
But he still somewhat underestimated the Yunqin army's combat power against individual practitioners.
Now that the painter is dead, it will be another difficult problem to deal with Zhang Lingyun.
Lin Xi frowned, walked slowly, and thought slowly.
He didn't come up with any perfect solution for the moment, but he thought of Zhantai Qiantang's sword again. His eyes flashed, and there was some self-deprecation on the corner of his mouth. He took a breath and shook his head.
Shaking his head, he whispered to himself: "People like him who can't take action have taken action... I have clearly said that in the face of people who ignore the law themselves, as long as they are not discovered and there is no evidence, they will not do anything.
It's illegal... Zhang Lingyun dared to find a painter, Lin Xi, you can take action, and you have the chance to come back and ensure that you won't be discovered... What are you hesitating and worrying about? Why do you have to think so hard? "
After saying this self-deprecatingly and no longer worrying about a person who was just a small role to him, Lin Xi's mood suddenly improved. He casually walked into a noodle shop not far away and ate a bowl.
After warming up the noodles, Lin Xi decided that she should at least find out the identity of the man who had just taken action. At least if he was not his enemy, he would not be able to watch him die in Yunqin.
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